His Emerald Orbs

Part 1- The Meating

"ANGELICA WAKE UP!" The annoying screeching of my mom boomed through my ears. I try to ignore her and go back to sleep, but I can't ignore the banshees shrieks. Although I love my mum, her voice isn't exactly music to one's ears, especially not in the morning.

"ANGELICA!!"
"Okay, okay, I'm up!"

"Okay sweetie but you have to get out of bed now, you're already late for school, and the pumpkin spice latte I got you is gonna get cold!"
"Mgh" I moan rolling to the other side of my bed. I would kill for just five more minutes of sleep right now.
I see her leaving the room, my queue to get back to sleep.
I rest for about five more minutes when I see my mom passing my room again and I jump up, afraid of her wrath.

I take a large swig of my pumpkin spice latte, expecting it to be lukewarm, but instead burning my tastebuds off and making me exhale with steam coming out of my mouth like a really dumb-looking fire breathing dragon. I roll my eyes when I realize that it doesn't have almond milk, how many times do I have to tell her, smh.
I go to the bathroom and change into yoga pants and a sweater, no makeup though, I'm not like most girls in my school - or other girls in general, they wear short skirts, I wear t-shirts. I pull my hair into a messy bun and put on my uggs, and head out.

I go through the door and see the yellow bus about to leave from my driveway. "No, wait up!" I call, running towards the bus, but it was no use calling, it had already driven off.

"Mom!" I called, "the bus left, I need you to drive me to school!" I walked inside.
"Okay honey, but you should have gotten up when I said" she replied, rolling her eyes.
Umm, it's the least she could do after messing up my latte for like the bajillionth time. Of course, I don't say that though, I'm not like other girls, I respect my parents.
She grabbed her car keys and we both walked to the car.

Mom drove as fast as the speed limit allowed, maybe even a bit faster, because she likes to live life on the edge, or how I like to say, 'livin' like Larry'. I began to eat a blueberry muffin for my breakfast, sipping the pumpkin spice latte slowly, trying not to burn my mouth again.

We arrived in front of the school after a few minutes, I opened the car door to leave, I didn't want to be late for biology class, it was actually getting interesting. I would say I'm a good student, I'm almost never late, and I respect my teachers. There's one thing about school that I don't like. I don't have that popular school group that everyone else has, I don't have friends or a boyfriend. Somehow every girl in school seems to have at least one boyfriend, sometimes even two, can you imagine? I start walking towards the school and mom shouts out "Angelica! I love you!" I sigh, hoping no one heard, I'm a shy girl and attention outdoors freaks me out. "I know mom, I love you too" I call back to her.

"Hey, Angelica!" The familiar voice of Mike Rack called out.                                                                        "Hey" I reply. 

"Sooooo, did you finally listen to 'Reputation'?"                                                                                            "No! You know I don't like Tay Tay!" I'm more of a heavy metal gal myself. 

He looked at me like I just ate his favourite coffee mug. 

"But you said you would!!" 

I ignore him and try to speed walk ahead to get away from him. 

We carried on chatting and walking as swiftly (no pun intended) as possible, seeing that I was already ten minutes late. I was practically jogging through the halls and sipping my still steaming latte as Mike Rack tried to keep up whilst yapping on about Taylor Swift.

Not watching where I was going, I was suddenly planted face-first into a set of rock-solid abs, along with the rest of my scorching hot latte. I was hit in the face by strong smells of tobacco, mixed with husky man cologne. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The mysterious manly, husky voice screamed out.  I couldn't help but think how attractive that scream sounded. Gosh Angelica, focus on the fact that you spilt hot coffee on the dude. 

"Oh my god!!! I'm SO sorry!!" I kept repeating. I look up at him and instantly lock eyes with his breathtaking, entrancing, vibrant, explosive, emerald orbs, for what felt like an eternity but was probably only about 15 seconds, before looking down at his now soaking wet, coffee-stained clothes. His shirt stuck to his hard abs that were now soaked with my latte, you could see evry muscle. Wow.   "Watch where you're going Fart-a-potamus!!" the mysterious man shrieked. 

"Why were you talking to that dude?" Mike Rack asks, finally catching up to me. 

"Oh you mean the guy I just soaked in my steaming hot coffee and then stared at, like an absolute fool,  for 30 seconds, or someone else? Why, who was he anyway?" 

"Well, that hot piece of ass you were flirting with was the one and only, the man, the myth, the legend, the infamous, Damian King himself!"

"Huh? Okay, that doesn't really tell me anything, who's that?" I ask, confused 

"Oh, honey, that's probably for the best- just- STAY AWAY from him, he's BAD news!" Mike Rack emphasised. 

"Wha-why? I don't get it, I wasn't going to talk to him anyway but what makes him bad news???" 

"JUst LIsTEN tO ME! He's dangerous!" 

And with that, he was gone-

vanished into thin air,

Jk, he just dashed into his next class.

A/n: Hey guys, to all our 5 fans/viewers! This is a new story that me and my one and only,  bestest friend is co-writing. Thank you so much for being a part of this amazing journey so far. Me and Mike Rack love you!     May Nicholas Cage be with you.